Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I'm 16 Years Old Again, Awkward and Shy and Unsure of Myself.

"I'm going to give you a new word, write about it." Perfect.

I come from Sullivan County, New York. Yup, where Woodstock was held in '69. Yup, a tourist trap near the Catskill mountains. I was a pretty happy kid growing up and turned into a pretty cynical, introverted person, but I can't give up on studying people. Of all of the interesting things in the world, right? I think people generally suck. I'm a pessimistic defeatist who tries to be optimistic.
Everyone is poor where I'm from. The schooling is awful and I'd bet good money you won't find someone without a vice. So where does that put me?
In this room in Rochester in a class that I'm not even enrolled in because I don't have the money to stay. Needless to say, back story is important.

So who am I? What do I want to do? Do I believe in altruism?

I want to believe that people are good. I don't know if I want to be a photographer. I want to experience life. Photographs are a way to make memories.
If I can share memories, I think I'll be in a good place.

I don't hate everybody, but I really don't like a lot of people. And there are gems out there. I want to meet with them and work with them and learn.
I don't know that I'm answering a question at all, much less answering it correctly.
But my life is at a crossroads. Educationally, intellectually and artistically. I thought I knew who I was and sometimes I find myself second-guessing.



My name is Rebecca Werkmeister and I hate tourists.
I love noticing peoples' habits but I can't interact very well.


I've been told that when I learn to perceive myself correctly that everything else will follow.

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